There is an old story about a man who was walking on a dry road on a hot summer day in Tennessee. His mouth was parched as a camel as he made his way onto the porch of an old farm house. Upon knocking and inquiring about a drink of water, he was led into the kitchen to a large bowl of cool water.
After taking a satisfying swig from a long-handled, silver ladle, he grinned and said, “the fella who i…
